reignition

A luxury car had been parked outside the gate at some point.

The man stood at the door, wearing a lead-gray shirt and trousers, tall and slender.

His deep eyes fell on the tears on Jiang Mian's cheeks.

"It's not too late to regret it," Lu Bozhou said as he walked in.

Jiang Mian suddenly came to her senses and realized that she had revisited the same place and had previously lost control of her emotions.

She quickly wiped away her tears, took a deep breath, and said in a steady voice, "Mr. Lu, you're overthinking it! I wasn't crying, it's just that the injury on my face hurts a little, and my eyes are a bit hot, so I cried."

Fortunately, the injury on my face can be used as an excuse! I need to be more careful in the future!

"Moreover, I would never regret it." Jiang Mian's voice was even more resolute as she said this.

She worked so hard to finally get this opportunity.

Even if others wanted to get rid of her, they wouldn't be able to do so easily. How could she possibly regret it?

However, the man's gaze was as cold as water, settling lightly on her face.

I neither confirmed nor denied what she said, nor did I know whether I believed her or not.

Jiang Mian felt that he might not believe her completely, but she didn't press him for details.

"I hope so." Lu Bozhou said indifferently as he walked past her, reached the front door, and unlocked it with his fingerprint.

As he passed by, the scent of ebony and sandalwood wafted into her breath.

Jiang Mian slightly raised her eyes, her gaze sweeping over his flawless, handsome profile.

Then the wound on the cheekbone side of his face was captured.

It's not a very long wound, but it looks a bit deep... and the edges are a bit raised and there's some redness and swelling.

Jiang Mian opened her mouth, the words of concern on the tip of her tongue, but she gently bit her lip and held back.

My past experiences have taught me that it's best not to meddle in other people's business.

"Mianmian..." A soft little hand gently pulled her finger, and she looked up at her with her fair and lovely face.

Lu Chaochi's eyes were filled with worry, "...Does your face still hurt? Should we go to the hospital?"

The children's concern was so direct and fervent, completely disregarding the fact that they had just returned from the hospital.

He completely disregarded the fact that he himself hated hospitals so much.

"No need." Jiang Mian looked down into his eyes, her eyes curving gently. "I should be fine soon, or I'll just take some painkillers."

"If it hurts a lot, don't try to tough it out..." Although Lu Chaochi didn't insist on going to the hospital, the worry in his eyes remained.

Song Xun also noticed the injury on the BOSS's face. Jiang Mian showed the young master's deep concern, but the injury on the BOSS's face... the young master didn't even notice it.

This father and son are really something...

Song Xun sighed inwardly and said, "Boss, your face..."

Before he could finish speaking, Lu Bozhou interrupted him calmly, "Song Xun, come over and register her fingerprint on the door lock."

Song Xun knew that the BOSS probably didn't want to talk about the injury on his face, so he stopped mentioning it, nodded, and stepped forward to help Jiang Mian record her fingerprints.

After finishing the recording and walking into the entryway, even though I had mentally prepared myself...

But when everything in the familiar space came rushing towards her, Jiang Mian felt as if all her mental preparations had been in vain.

That sense of familiarity still caught me completely off guard.

There weren't many changes inside the house or outside the yard.

It's as if time hasn't flowed by in this space...

in the living room.

As soon as Xiao Shitou got home, he went to the toilet. Children have their own hygiene habits and are more used to their own toilet.

Jiang Mian stared blankly at a rather rustic-looking vase on the coffee table; it was a wabi-sabi vase with withered branches that had been popular for a while.

The book she bought and placed on Lu Bozhou's desk in his study is now on the coffee table.

Familiar things appeared before her eyes one by one, but she was no longer herself...

A familiar voice rang out from the side.

"Jiang Yu came today and brought up a project. He gave the information to Cheng Yang. You and he should follow up on it," Lu Bozhou said calmly.

Song Xun sighed, "Young Master Jiang said he came to discuss serious matters."

"This project." Lu Bozhou's voice remained indifferent and calm.

Song Xun thought to himself that Jiang Shao was, after all, the president of Jiangyuan Group. Since he had come in person to propose the project, a meeting should be held to discuss it together.

Why would they do this so quietly...?

Without a doubt, they resorted to violence and parted on bad terms.

Song Xun quickly pieced together the general outline of the matter.

"That explains your injury," Song Xun said. "Did Young Master Jiang attack again?"

Upon hearing the familiar name, Jiang Mian slightly raised her gaze, which had been fixed on the ugly vase.

But when she looked up, her eyes met Lu Bozhou's.

Her gaze faltered, then she looked away... She didn't know why she was looking away, but...

"What a spineless person I am," Jiang Mian muttered to herself.

Then Lu Bozhou's calm and indifferent voice was heard: "He ran into you outside."

Jiang Mian nodded. "President Jiang... has some misunderstandings."

The misunderstanding was that Lu Bozhou had beaten her up like this.

“I’ve already explained,” Jiang Mian said sincerely.

Lu Bozhou neither confirmed nor denied this, and stood up to go upstairs to change his clothes.

Song Xun looked at Jiang Mian, "Miss Jiang, I'll head back to the company now. I'll leave the young master in your care."

"Okay, Assistant Song, please take care. Don't worry, I will definitely take good care of Little Stone."

Not long after Song Xun left, Xiao Shitou came out of the toilet.

"Mianmian." He sat down next to Jiang Mian and took her fingers. "I'll take you to your room."

She knew exactly where to use a belt and what the house's structure was like.

"Hmm...no rush." ​​Jiang Mian pulled him onto her lap. "Anyway, I don't have any luggage, so I don't need to go to the room to unpack. Are you hungry?"

Lu Chaochi gently shook his head. "I'm not hungry. Mianmian, are you hungry? I'll call the chef and ask him to bring it over early today."

"No need." Jiang Mian smiled. "I was just thinking that if you were hungry, I would make you something to eat."

Upon hearing this, Lu Chaochi's eyes lit up instantly.

His eyes were naturally dark, bright, and round, and his gaze was particularly clear and bright.

The child who was just saying he wasn't hungry is now nodding his head eagerly and saying, "I'm hungry, I'm hungry now."

Jiang Mian's eyes curved even more, like crescent moons.

Lu Chaochi was a little embarrassed and buried his face in her chest.

"It's okay," Jiang Mian smiled gently. "Even if you're not hungry, I'll still make you something to eat."

Lu Chaochi looked up at her, seemingly a little embarrassed.

Jiang Mian thought for a moment and then said, "But... Little Stone, could you promise me one thing?"

The child didn't even ask her what she wanted him to promise before nodding, "Okay, I promise you."

Jiang Mian gently stroked his cheek with the back of her fingers. "You know where the first-aid kit is at home, right?"

"The leftmost drawer of the TV cabinet." Little Stone nodded, his expression getting anxious. "Is Mianmian's injury hurting again? I'll go get the medicine right now!"

Jiang Mian pursed her lips and said softly, "No, it wasn't me, it was..."